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the relationship, we finished before we started,
a race neither of us ran in, before it we parted,
i go through all the scenarios, i view each alternative ending,
i manipulate space and time, the continuum i'm constantly bending,
and we're in it, always together,
attached, like a ball and tether,
but it's only in my head, and i realize this,
yet, regardless, it's you whom i miss,
my imaginary friend, yet you exist,
felt, as if we almost kissed,
but we didn't, and never will,
so it hurt, and it hurts still,
i don't daydream, i dream about the day my daymares turn into night terrors,
when i can let go, detach myself from the other-people-carers,
i think about her, i think about us,
i think about the lack of her, the lack of us,
i think about why i'm thinking about that,
i think this is ridiculous, actually, i know this is ridiculous,
i think that at least, all of this is inconspicuous,
i think about love, about how to define it,
and right when i think i've found the answer, i have to refine it,
de-spine it, rewrite it, tackle and fight it, let it run away,
back to the drawing board, maybe i'll figure it out one day...
